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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Her Wicked Webs (Monster Girl Femdom)

There's a monster in the attic, a thing of myth. Eight legs, six eyes, a
taste for classical music and long nights of passion. Declan Cooper has
already been introduced to the refined lady, and taken her potentially
deadly kiss during an estranged party. He wakes now in a bed of the
finest silk webs, the terrifyingly beautiful lady with the lower body of
a black widow spider – Latrodia Variolus – tending for his recovery
with motherly care.

She'll see him back in health, but not back on his feet. The night has only begun.

This is the first in a series of extra branch stories leading off from A Carnival of Phantasms (one post down). They won't all be coming right now - maybe one or two more will, I have so much I can do - but the purpose is they stray off the beat of the main story and head into some of those kinky rooms for things too extreme or specialized for the main story. A Carnival of Phantasms has received five star review reception to its mansion of kinks and dark fetish play, so check it out then follow up with the purely erotically charged side stories like this.

Now with that said, this side story was created as a point of contention I go on about constantly. I made a point of including the icon at the bottom of the cover, and being very clear in content warning, but this is a spidery monster girl story. For those that haven't run away screaming, that's why it wasn't part of the main story. It practically could have been, but then I wouldn't have made it all of 9k's worth of near pure erotic acts. Without that fear of upsetting people, it's really picked up some speed.

Courtesy of 'Monster Musume' manga

The adjacent image is pretty much what (if not who) you're in to meet with this story, and to be fair, the majority of my focus is on her upper body, so it isn't all that off-putting, beyond the motions, reminders and use of spider web bondage. The focus is upper body to point of starting with an erotic lactation scene that leads into titfucking, and then hours of sex.

Latrodia Variolus (the name of my spider lady) has a very motherly and mature air to her which works well with lactating and her dominance over Declan. She doesn't get men to play with often, so she's going to make sure he enjoys it, and takes her time enjoying him in turn.

Excerpt follows the pagebreak:

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“Shh,
that’s not important right now. Take your time to gather your senses, sweetie.
You’ll be thirsty, I bet.” She chimed in that sweet croon full of tender care
and mirth he could certainly get used to. Swallowing proved difficult, and to
Declan’s surprise, he was ravenously thirsty.
He wouldn’t have minded eating too, for all it felt like his body had been wrung
empty by whatever sickness he’d overcome.

“Ugh,
yeah, I feel like crap. How long have I been out?” Declan asked, trying to
squint his eyes open again as the lady chuckled softly, giving him that sweet,
dismissive tone again. He could see she as wearing elbow-high gloves – or were
they? No, of course they were gloves, what else could they be? More importantly, she was moving that hand to peel
off the string of her nightgown from her shoulder, pushing it off her breast to
cup and knead the supple orb with a warm laugh.

“Mmm,
that’s not important right now, this
is. Here, drink up.” She instructed, two of those black-wrapped fingers
pinching on her nipple before it drew too close to see clearly. She had his
head in her other hand, and tilted him up towards the breast. Before he could
begin to wonder what she was doing or expected of him, moisture graced his lips
and slid over his tongue.

It felt
creamy, cool without being uncomfortably cold or sourly lukewarm. It was
perfect, and its taste – as it rolled over his tongue and tickled at his throat
to swallow – was as smooth and sweet as any dash of honeyed milk. The taste of
it tingled on Declan’s lips like magic as he swallowed the silken moisture, and
he knew hunger for more.

Chuckling
softly and humming her sweet tune, Latrodia gently cradled his head closer,
leaning down to fill his blurry vision with the soft press of her breast and offer
the nipple to his eager lips. If his head was still a hazy mess, his body at
least instinctively knew what it wanted, and squeezed the offered teat between
his lips, tugging greedily.

Under
the snug warmth of her breast pressing into his cheek and the breathy laughter
of the lady tending to him, Declan’s efforts were instantly rewarded with more
of that sweet ambrosia, splashing over his tongue in controlled little spurts
that encouraged him to tug for more until his throat was slick with the warming
taste. Above him, Latrodia pulled him into her soft breast fondly and sighed a
pleasant chuckle.

“Aah, my,
such an eager boy, but there’s no
need to be so rough with me. You can have your fill and more. I’m no holstaur,
but I won’t leave you wanting.” She cooed, giggling in that sultry, maternal
voice. Declan closed his eyes, nodding weakly and nuzzling against the
comfortable warmth of her body.

What
was a ‘holstaur’ anyway? It sounded like some deviation of ‘minotaur’. With her
offering him milk, did she mean a cow? The hazy image of a huge, stocky woman with
cloven feet, the patchwork colours of a cow, perhaps a thick collar and daisy
bell around her neck and heavy, lactating breasts flashed through his mind. A
cute, if bizarre image, and not what this enchanting lady was at all.

He knew
that much, if feeling there was something else about her. Something scratching
his mind, just out of reach, that he’d forgotten about her. Whatever it was, it
didn’t matter right now, he was enjoying her care and the taste of her milk all
too much to think. It should probably have embarrassed him, feeding from a
woman’s breast like this, but there was something endearing, kind and even
erotic about the act that he couldn’t deny.